It’s not my face I see; my soul is cracked
but What the hell?! nobody looks that good
I’m in retreat; my heart has been attacked
and yet it functions like I guess it should
No coated glass will ever tell me shit!
Nobody’s eyes reflect the way I feel
A sliver or a shard will shine, will fit
will serve to show I’m also made of steel
And yet there’s doubt; the fog is made of tears
There’s always doubt in everything I see
What’s liquid and what’s solid disappears
Their vapors will become reality.
From where I stand, the light is hard and cruel
And there, in front of me, I see a fool.

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